Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.